- BLOG -

​Within the gated community of Crescent Point, sex and betrayal comes as naturally as breathing. Those who live within its walls have no worries to call their own and move along life in blissful play but when a new face appears in town, everything they know will be turned upside down and lives will be altered in ways none of them ever imagined...

​Elijah squirmed against Raul’s smooth and hard body, the feel of Raul’s excited flesh pressed against him from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around his torso and the feel of his hands underneath the thin fabric of his swim shorts, with that perfect mix of rough and soft, stroking his most intimate parts. He moaned softly as Raul’s lips grazed the skin of his neck then shoulder before setting kisses down his back and lower until he slipped underneath the surface of the water.

A rush of heat traveled up his body when he felt his shorts being peeled off and dragged down his thighs. The knowledge that he had just been stripped naked with a near stranger’s lips less than a hair’s breadth from his wanting cock excited him like nothing he had ever before experienced. His shorts were pulled lower, past his calves than finally his feet. Seeing the shorts float away from him restored what little self-control he could still claim.

“No,” he whispered as he fought the urge to give into the primal lust Raul so effortlessly inspired inside of him. “I can’t.” He pushed Raul away and swam a long arc around him toward his bathing suit.

“Wait, please,” Raul pleaded, following.

Elijah reached for his bathing suit before allowing himself to turn around to look at the boy who made him want to lose all control, if only for a night. The water only came up to Raul’s waist in the shallow end; the sight of his smooth, barely defined chest wet and glistening in the soft glow of the moonlight took his breath from him. The water shifted around his body, crashing against it like small waves; as it receded, Elijah could see a trace of the coarse black hairs just below the surface and that sight set his blood a blaze. God I want to… I want him… but…

“It’s too soon. I mean, me and Car… we just…”

“What’s a lil’ sex between two single friends who jus’ happen to find each other unbearable too fuckable for words?”

“I don’t…”

Raul reached for his shorts and threw them back over his shoulder before grabbing Elijah by the hands and pulling him against himself. One hand he placed on the small of his back while the other he tangled in Elijah’s hair and kissed him, hard and long, as he kneaded Elijah’s slick flesh.

Elijah felt himself being pulled in but this time he did not try to fight the urge. Instead, he allowed his hands and mouth and other parts to explore Raul’s hot flesh…

- - - -

Julie sat cross-legged on the trunk of her 2011 Buick Lucern, her hands balled up and pressed against her forehead. Even after her conversation with Art, she was more angry than scared and all of that anger was directed at her sister, who sat on the pavement in front of her where she had been, completely silent, the entire hour since Art had gone away.

She was angry at Kristen for many reasons; for dragging her into yet another mess of her own making, for blackmailing her, for telling Art everything he would ever need to know to also blackmail her whenever he felt the desire (and what he would blackmail her to possibly do made her skin crawl). She swore to herself that this time, there would be no forgiveness. Blood or not, there was no going back. The selfish bitch, how can she keep doing this to me? Haven’t I done enough to keep her quiet? She’d be dead a dozen times over, maybe more, if not for me! Should’ve never saved her ass that first time one of her schemes backfired and kicked her in the ass…

They had been different people then; Julie had just finished her first year teaching at Collingtown University, Kristen was had just finished her senior year at Crescent Point High School. In the days that follow, Kristen had come to her, scared out of her mind. She had been blackmailing the school’s new principal into forging her school records to allow her admittance into Yale on a full scholarship. When the photos she had been using against him disappeared, he turned the tables and threatened to expose her unless she slept with him. Julie, after being promised that her own secret would stay a secret, dealt with the problem.

And since then, any time Kristen needed something, she would pull out an envelope of pictures and documents and force Julie to do whatever it was that she needed done so she would come out on top.

It stops now, Julie thought to herself as she looked down at the tear-stained face of her baby sister. I’ll make sure it does. Permanently, no matter what that means doing. She could taste the anger and rage she felt inside and fought hard not to let loose all of it on Kristen; that, she decided, would happen later.

“This’s all your fault,” she hissed, punching the trunk. “You’ll fuck over anyone to save your worthless ass. Now, because of you, everything I’ve killed myself to build is fucked if I don’t do whatever the hell that piece of shit ex of yours wants! “

“I swear, I didn’t know he-“

“Just shut up. I don’t wanna hear anything from you.”

“Plea-“

“Don’t waste the breath; I wouldn’t believe you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? That’s supposed to make this all okay? That’s supposed to make me forget that you ran your god damned mouth and gave that prick everything he needs to ruin my life? Fuck your sorry.”

“Listen, I know what I did is unforgivable, but I’m not the only one with a past here! You ain’t no fuckin’ angel either and we both know it. I shouldn’t’ve told Art any of it, but you need to stop playin’ innocent, Denise…”

- - - -

​Samantha threw the covers away from her and slid her body to the edge of the bed. Using the oak headboard for support, she pulled herself up and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees supporting her tired form. A creak grabbed her attention and she looked up to see the bedroom door inching open.

“Hey, feelin’ any better?” Dani asked from the hallway.

“Wonderful,” she answered sarcastically as she pushed herself to her feet. “I’ll be even better once I’m outta this place.”

“What do you mean? Goin’ somewhere?”

“My parent’s place in Cali.”

“But…”

“I need to get away from all this. I know if I stay here, I’ll see him. And I’m not ready for that.”

“You’ll have to when you get back though… and you will be coming back, right?”

“Of course. And when I do get back and I have to see him, hopefully it won’t be so bad. I hope you understand.”

“I’ll miss you, Sam.”

“Miss you, too.”

- - - -

​Raul backed up against the wall of the pool and wrapped his legs around Elijah’s waist. With his hips raised, he could feel the head of Elijah’s cock pressing against his puckered hole; he wanted inside of him.

“I want you to fuck me,” he groaned, biting his ear. “I want you to fuck me till I scream…” He grabbed Elijah’s hand and guided it to his tight opening. Elijah toyed with the spot, sliding a finger around it, teasingly. “Do it…”

“Got any rubbers?”

Raul craned his neck to look behind him and spied his jeans lying on the deck. Arching backwards, he reached for them and pulled out a Trojan Magnum. Without another words, he handed the package to Elijah was quickly slid it on.

“What about…”

“Don’t worry, I like it rough,” Raul whispered as he grasped hold of Elijah’s cock and pressed it against the eager hole. “I want you inside me… as deep as you can go…”

Elijah pushed slightly, barely getting the tip in. Raul was tight, like a virgin tight. Forcing himself inside, Elijah felt as though his cock would break off but it was a pain he found exciting and erotic. He pushed in deeper and felt as Raul’s body seemed to mold to his stiff member. He felt Raul’s body tense and wiggle under his weight and watched as his body twisted in ecstasy the deeper he plunged his cock.

“Oh, God…” Raul moaned as he grabbed Elijah by the hair and pulled him down for a kiss. The touch of Raul’s lips reignited the fire that had not yet burned out and he pushed deeper more, before sliding most of himself out. Raul’s body stilled. Elijah looked down at himself, enjoying the sight of his hardness inside Raul’s tight body. With a groan, he thrusted hard, slamming all of himself inside. Raul screamed out in pleasure making Elijah move faster, harder, until the heat between them was a palpable thing that could start a forest fire.

Raul arched his back and moved his hips in rhythm with Elijah’s as Elijah grasped his wanting cock and stroked his shaft him like he fucked him, hard and fast.

Another hard thrust and Elijah came, deep inside Raul’s shaking body as Raul shot his sticky liquid up and all over Elijah’s flushed face.

“Wait,” Raul said when he saw Elijah about to wash away the mess. “Let me.” He pulled Elijah to him and ran his tongue all across his face.

- - - -

“Get away from him!” Paul yelled, running toward the tangle of flesh that was Elijah and Raul. “Get the fuck outta that pool now!”

Elijah pushed back at the sound of his father’s voice. “What… what are you doin’ here?”

Paul stood on the edge of the pool deck and reached down for Elijah, who moved away out of his reach. “Get away from that boy, Eli. Now!”

“No! You get out of ‘ere, I’m staying.”

“Damn it boy, I told you to stay away from him; he’s nothing but trouble.” Paul was bright red with anger. “Now get over here, we’re goin’ home.”

“Paul,” Allen said calmly, placing a hand on Paul’s shoulder. “Leave them alone.”

“No. My son will have nothing to do with that whore’s child!”

“What?” Raul bellowed, moving for him. Elijah grabbed his arm and held him in the water. “You bastard!”

“You’re one to talk, brat!”

“Please, just stop,” Allen pleaded, still with a level voice. “Drop the whole matter.”